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test drive # 2
 test drive meme #2 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. All you hear is a voice -- light, bubbly, warm, soothing, in your ear: Don't worry, darling. This won't hurt a bit~ ♥ For those who recognize the voice, it will sound a bit strained. Possibly tired. But the moment happens so quickly it's hard to pin down, and once that moment is over, you fall flat on your face. It's dim, damp, with the trickling of what feels like rain. It takes a few moments for you to gain composure, to catch your breath. You think, for half a moment, that a hand is on your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades in comfort, but when you open your eyes, no one is there. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. And, of course, because this is just your luck. It's raining.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. For some, this place is home. For others, this strange land is new and dark, like a haze has settled in the air. The creatures in the forest seem to be stirring, and every now and then the sky will open up, and a storm will pass through, in varying degrees of intensity. Some will be easy spring showers, others will be angry, thunderous storms. Not exactly the most welcoming place, but it's a start. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. The rain makes everything feel a bit softer, but also eerie, like there is a secret being kept just on the outside of your vision. Of course, this means you have free reign. This place seems easy enough to figure out on your own, with enough time to take a walk around! However- members who recognize this place may notice the lack of a certain figure, the grounds feeling a bit more empty, more abandoned, than they did before. IT'S A FIELD OF . . . POPPIES?  The buildings of the Temple of Beginnings span out across a fair-sized field, intermixed with trees, open grassy planes, outside sitting areas, fire rings, and other oddly ancient but somehow structures. With the mist and the rain, everything feels a bit more ethereal, like there is life to every inch of what you see before you. Or like you've stumbled into some kind of alternate world. Around the temple is a ring of stones that do not seem to move no matter what characters may attempt, and beyond that is the forest.The forest itself is more than just impressive - it is near-overwhelming. An impossibly ancient stretch of woods that crackle with magical energy. Within, there is all matter of fauna and flora, darting from tree trunk to tree trunk. The canopy is thick enough to shield from the worst of the rain, but still the water gets through, dripping down through the leaves and dampening the ground under your feet. While there is always a sense of wonder - and possible danger - in every stretch of this forest, nothing will come any closer than a brief glimpse out of the corner of your eyes. No matter how you try, you can't quite seem to catch a full glimpse of what is moving about. Some of the creatures seem small, flittering through the air, while others dart through the trees, larger, more imposing. Everything here seems to be looking for some kind of shelter, so be wary of stumbling across something already taken. There is a particular clearing not too far into the woods that opens up, a field encircled by trees. In the middle of the field there is an odd glow - luminescent even in the darkened sky. Upon investigation, you will find a bush - about the size of a small car - filled with glowing flowers, white, blue, gold, and purple. They all smell faintly sweet, but it's hard to tell with the scent of earth and rain all around you. if you decide to pick one of these flowers, there will be no immediate recourse. However, the longer you decide to keep the flower on your person - or if, for whatever reason, you decide to eat said flower - the following will start to set in. White: For whatever reason, you will have more energy than you know what to do with, and will be filled with the urge to shine. Ever needed a confidence booster? To a point that you need to get up on buildings and belt your favorite song at the top of your lungs? Well, now you do.Regarding further exploration of the wood, it will seem to go on forever. Getting lost seems almost imperative to existence within this forest, going on forever in all directions with no edge in sight. You could walk for days, weeks, possibly even more. However, the second that you find yourself thinking about wanting to return to the buildings from before, you find yourself cresting through the edge of the trees, back to your home. RUN BY THE RIVER  While inside the buildings and in the main open spaces, the water doesn't seem to be building up all too terribly, un an unfortunate turn of events, it all seems to be rolling down a very slight hill, pulling just on the outside of the ring of stones. The ground here is unstable, wet and muddy from the amount of moisture falling from the skies. So much that in some areas (the fighting area being one), it will start to collect into a dangerous combination of mud and moving water. It's possible to get stuck in it, possible to get lost in the flooding, but it's also possible to...you know. Have some fun? Mud slides, mud wrestling, mud...castles? Whatever you want it to be, it's at your disposal! While the arena was originally a place to practice your powers, or any of the various weapons that are usually kept here, now you can do the same with a little added obstacle in your path. That, or it's possible you simply got stuck trying to make it back to your room. Hopefully someone will be by to help you! CONNECTIONS AND COMMENTARY  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
No worries!
"No. 4" sounds less like a name and more like a... designation. [A model number. Like RK800.]
There are billions of humans "around", yes. But I’m not one of them; I’m an android.
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[ Suddenly, she's standing. Wow, "android" is literally written on his clothing, No.4... distracted by flowers too much, maybe? If her thermo sensors weren't disabled, she might have picked up on it quicker. Her eye mask hasn't been picking up any readings since her arrival. ]
Okay, yeah. You're not wrong. The A-model— Attacker is the model name and the "4" is my personality type. I was never given an actual name.
[ She circles around him, with an excited bounce in her steps. Somehow, she's able to hop around in thick-soled heels without tripping on herself. ]
Wow, you've gotta be some model from way, way back in the old world if billions of humans are still around.
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“Model” and “personality type”. The exuberant way she looks at him, like he’s some old relic of the past. Talk of a mission, verbage that even Connor clings to quite fervently. His eyebrows lift in surprise, though they remain pinched together, and his lips are trending towards a frown.]
You’re an android, too.
[A conclusion that he’s landed so squarely upon that he doesn’t even frame it as a question.]
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[ She does a brief V-sign over her forehead, like she's posing for a quick picture... this one's an embarrassment to her squadron. Her outward appearance hardly gives any indication that she's a mechanical being, but it's easily made obvious with how she speaks of herself.
The only other androids she's had the opportunity of being around were YoRHa and a handful of the Resistance. Members of the Resistance were centuries old, but as far as she knows, not even they dated back to a time when humanity was on Earth. ]
Hey, hey— [ Still ever so cheerful. ] What about you? What kind of model are you anyway? What do you do?
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But she asks about him first, and that’s simple enough to answer. It nigh comes out automatically.]
I’m an RK800; a prototype. My function is to assist with police work regarding cases involving deviant androids, and to apprehend them as necessary.
[He anticipates a follow-up question, and intercepts it before it can be asked.]
That is to say, androids that have deviated from their original programming.
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[ Something about what he says gets her to settle down on her perkiness. A prototype, much like herself. Though she doesn't comment much else on it, her smiling seems a little more subdued, strained.
From her experience, the only reason an android would deviate from their programming is if their data is being rewritten. Androids don't stray from their purpose. They keep fighting for humanity, no matter how sad it felt. Even if they've been abandoned. ]
Sounds like those deviant androids are infected with a virus.
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Not that it takes priority, because what she's said has absolutely flared his interest. So much that Connor takes a purposeful step forward, eyes searching; this isn't his world, but if he can find answers to the problems that apparently plague his home (or at least something to aid in his mission, should he ever be able to return), he will pursue it like a bloodhound.]
A virus, yes, something like that has been theorized before. Do you know anything more?
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[ Woah. She steps back just as he steps forward, momentarily dumbfounded by the burst of interest. He's some sort of detective model? Makes sense for him to react this way.
Pausing a moment to find the words to say, her expression turns grim. Some of her comrades were lost to a virus, so it's kind of a sore subject. A Scanner unit might be a better model to ask when it comes to exchanging information, but the least she can do is share her observations. ]
The kind of virus I know of is— contracted during combat. Sneaky thing. No telling you have it until it spreads. It rewrites and corrupts your data, until you aren't yourself anymore. Drives androids completely berserk in the end.
[ Perhaps there are some details that might be helpful, though the logic virus is likely different. ]
You said you're from an Earth that isn't at war. Those deviant androids probably got it from something else...
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Rewriting and corrupting data. An error compounding onto itself a thousand, hundred thousand, million times over until the android is… not what it should be, any longer. Her example is appreciated, but in the end, it doesn’t tell him much, other than modes of stress might be a significant factor in triggering the onset of it. War, after all, was never pleasant.]
Will you explain the circumstances of your war to me?
[Maybe there was something to be learned there.]
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Already, she's anticipating more questions to be added on to his queue. What she's about to give is a heavily watered down version of the conflict. There's much more she can detail regarding more recent events, but... she's keeping it to small pieces of information at a time. ]
Our war is to reclaim Earth from the machine lifeforms, for humanity. Humans took up refuge on the moon while us androids fight on the surface. My squadron's mission is to destroy the enemy server to gain an advantage. A majority of our forces were destroyed, so we're pretty outnumbered.
[ More like "was to destroy". She's not sure anymore. Possible betrayal and lies behind Command's orders. ]
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Machine lifeforms? Other androids, or something else?
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Something else. They're nothing like androids. Machines don't have emotions... they don't even look like us.
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I just wanted to clarify — given my own experiences, you can hardly blame me for asking.
[After all, he comes from a world where some androids have risen up, in their own way, against humans.]